Goodnight My Love
July 28, 2014 § 10 Comments
You are the sleeper,
I am the bed.
You come when you’re tired
to rest your head.
No matter where you’ve gone
or for how long.
If you’ve laid in other beds,
or refused to rest at all.
When you’ve returned, I’ve not moved.
I’ve waited still,
to feel your breath— to put to rest
your dreamers head.
But once you’ve rested, recharged
and collected, imprinted your heart
into my caresses—
you are gone.
Because you are the sleeper,
and I am the bed.
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Breathtaking and beautiful!
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you’re adorable! and inspirational. you were one of the first people that started following my bolg when I started, and I’ve envied your growth and commitment and understand the draw of being bewildered by the love of someone. I seem to get to self conscious to write freely, and then it seems you do a post that makes me feel. Anyway, thanks for just being you- reminding me to be me is what I wanted to say. that is all
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wow…
:: 🙂 🙂 ::
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Beautifully rhymed & melodious poem Coco 🙂
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LOVE-ly representation of the nurturing and supportive Energy of the (Divine) Feminine ❤ 🙂
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Love this piece.. I once wrote a short piece from the perspective of a barber’s chair. It’s fun putting human qualities on inanimate objects….especially with items that are an intimate part of our lives like our beds.
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Love this..so simple and sweet. 🙂
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Reblogged this on leadsnowhere and commented:
“to feel your breath– to put to rest your dreamers head.” (!!!) :’)
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Amazingly captures the misery of the speaker!
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Thanks visit my blog. In the 60’s, Miami popular radio station WQAM played song “Goodnight My Love” at midnight sign off each day.
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